Around and ahead, the world passes me by
As the sun sinks to death beyond the crimson sky..
Somewhere across this night, the life goes on
As I travel alone searching for something long gone..
City lights flash down upon my inward eye
As I look towards the east, waiting for the day to die..
Sounds crash in my ears, deafening my pace
For in the winds tonight, I have found my grace..
Crystal shadows follow me around night and day
But in my loneliness tonight I shall find the lost way..
I wander all alone searching for the lost "me"
Missing you evermore, in this immortal eternity..
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Author notes
Thanks a LOT to my friend Timothy (poeticweaver) for encouraging and inspiring me to write this poem.
Thank you for taking me out of the dead zone 
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Another stunning right by you. Your imagery is amazing. I love poetry with amazing imagery! And this one has it all. Lovely flow, imagery and great choice of words. Can it get any better? Hehehe. Once again, find a contest and enter this! Keep it flowing.
Much love
Ylova
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Very metaphorically and well written... I liked the rhyming and the whole concept of the poem too....
mina
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Beautiful
yet once again yolur musing ways really shine through out this write. I love the way as my brother said that you drew us in from the very start to the end and the erhyme made for a really good time. any ways a really well penned deep poem that really leave sone awe struck and pondering how this poem impacts us all. anyw ays depe meaning well written poem.3 clappys from this tiger to you. Tiger aka Paul
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Powerful Sweet Soul!!!
I knew you would weave from the very depths of your poetic pen within.
This draws the reader in from the first line to the last rhyme. I like how you created this masterpiece, you are such a talent, and I'm glad you share your works here for all to see angelic one!!! 
You keep up the wonderful works of art from that beautiful heart that beats so tender true, and know my friend, I love you!
Love Timothy aka poeticweaver~ xo
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The compliments to your user name and this poem, tell me a very sad story, and I hate to feel this way when reading, but agony, from an author is one which is complete contrast to a more happy outcome. this looks so derilect and denail shaped, it's almost unbearable, even unreachable to observe, but having been there, I think I feel the same as these words provisions. Lunging in with a hug I think. Well described.
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